Mrs Nobody

Steady bruised and belittled 
hate the mirror for it screams the words my heart can't find .
Ugly!
My mouth breathes nothing but silence my tongue confined .
Is it my mind or reflection telling me lies? 
Either way the thunder heated exclamations are too loud might just pluk out my eyes .
What's a sight when all positive is blurred ?
They said my garment too less of a cover my body need be refined 
I could feel the air escape from my toes as my skinned over body murmured
Already cursed  
" Hush hush you are blessed" they continued to mutter 
Tossed in a pent ,chained as I get ready for my supposed to be night in shining armour with my  legs segregate he ought to find me 
"There goes the walls of Jericho widened ...child your are blessed"
As he kept pounding,  in his semon was i baptized  and saved 
Apparently!
Shameless I was in the church corridors
Manier disputed claiming "there's no shame in survival" 
Huh! Survival they called it
Every other dawn my body spread like butter clearly I must be the daily bread these fellows have been blessed with .
Another sacrificial lamb given the name unity but only birthing unions in brothels among men who starred at me as if I were the last supper .
One day I'll will wither and die 
Or maybe life has already come to an abrupt.
Map on my body as my routs continue to spread the more I "Misbehave" 
Now many wonder what has become of a life once so promising 
well my time is history gone and forgotten best I evacuate.
Before I'm thrown closer to the wolves as my temple is no longer immaculate
How sweet it is to be a Nobody  
The streets too rowdy treatments so terrorised as if I were an alien .
Barely dressed as the speakers violently invaded my eardrums  ringing "torch the unscrupulous creature"
Home wrecker I was allegedly when actually I'm the one home wrecked 
I would plead guilty for a lesser punishment but scanning the area there's no sign of mercy .
Their eyes spelled murder , rage in their tone , I could only wonder what they had heard but wouldn't dare ask .
The remains of what used to be my body they would plunder .
Do I run do I hide oh! my ,my questions , Questions ...Decisions , decisions and they couldn't come at more convenient time  
I'm the morden day valentines yet far from your Bonny and Clyde as the only red roses i offer are from a wounded ground ,dripping as if a stream 
 As I gasp for air my breath slowly escaping , not even dreams are this vivid 
As death tries to escape me 
But there's no more life for me, Banging on heavens gates
Thinking "should I have sold my soul? "They say die with memories and not dreams and I have  neither 
As my skin and bones seperate never knew being a body out of my body would be this lethal .
The pain  fades as I blather , escape and give in further 
It's like my skin was carved with leather with the sudden heat suddenly forcing me to unalive me .
.my body laying on the concrete wrapped up like sweets the gasoline reigns on me and the beautiful flames ignite
The beginning of a beautifully crafted pain ends .
I can already imagine a grave with no name 
Lack of identity , my funeral might just be me as a  Biltong in human form feasted upon by vultures 
As ashy and cremated dust shall return to dust.
And all this will have been just a nightmare 
As Mrs Nobody 


By A . Zoya